She first visited the store to buy a stuffed animal for Ruby before she was born and now she has accidentally created a Build-A-Bear addict in her.

Sarah, from Lowton, Wigan, said: "It is me, the parent, the long suffering parent who is standing there in a £2 Primark top spending £8 on a BAB top for a bear that's costing me the best part of £20 who needs shoes, another tenner there, and a passport and god only knows what else my daughter will insist on the bear needing that day, who is paying for this? Me!"

She told the Manchester Evening News’ Manchester Family that she hopes her post encourages the store to create a safe haven for parents while they wait for their children to painstakingly choose the perfect outfit for their stuffed animal.

She said even a place to sit and stare at a plain white wall would be an improvement to the sensory overload store experience.

Sarah added that she worked hard to spend her money on her daughter, but just wanted the place to be more 'bearable'.

Elaine Miller added: "I completely deny the existence of Build-A-Bear to my children. We already have a house full of toy-tat without opening the door on that particular circle of hell."

The Evening News contacted Build-A-Bear for a comment.

Sarah's post in full

"Dear Build a Bear Workshop. Today is a day of change, today I make a stand. A stand not just for me but for all the other long suffering parents, who like me have endured your stores for years on end.

I shall explain myself, bear with me. Did you see what I did there? I know, it's pretty amazing that I managed to crack a joke because today around 3pm, in one of your stores, I lost the will to live.

I stood there and took in the bright colours around me and I couldn't take it anymore, Build a Bear has broken me.

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Let me take you back a decade ago when BAB was a mystery until I first made a bear for my unborn daughter. It was magical, it was beautiful, and it was the start of something I would later in life fear more than anything else.

My daughter, Ruby was given a BAB for her birthdays, she loves it, my child is a BAB addict and I gave her the first hit.

Year on year, birthdays, Christmas, good reports, you name it, there was a BAB moment that fitted it.

By the time Ruby was 5 she had realised that although it was great fun to pick and stuff a bear, there was something far more exciting. Clothing. And shoes and skates and passports and little tiny sleeping bags, and hats and wigs and bouquets of flowers and even teddies for the teddies!!! And clothes for the teddies for the teddies.

I felt like I was in one of those plastic tubes we had as kids that reflected shapes over and over and over. All very pretty and bright and fun!

But is it fun really? It was fun for the first few years but my daughter is 9 now and I can confirm that there are more shoes for bears in my house than there are for humans.

The bears have a better wardrobe than myself and no, their bum never gets to big for their outfits, the smug little bears!

Doing my best not to swear but I can tell you, there have been many a bad word muttered in your stores. I know it's all my own fault, I give in to it time and time again. I subject my husband to it, I honestly think he might leave me if I make him stuff one more bear.

So what is my point? Ok here it is. When I walk in to a BAB store it's pure hell to me but pure heaven to my daughter. She wants all the bears and the shoes and the little teeny tiny hair clips and all that shizz. I want to fake my own death.

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Yet it is me, the parent, the long suffering parent who is standing there in a £2 primark top spending £8 on a BAB top for a bear that's costing me the best part of £20 who needs shoes, another tenner there, and a passport and god only knows what else my daughter will insist on the bear needing that day, who is paying for this? Me!

Please don't get me wrong, take my money, I work hard to make my child happy. But please, please, please can you give us an area of the store we can sit and stare at a plain white wall, perhaps even offer us a refreshment, conversation that isn't about a great new smell to shove in the bears bum.

I need desperately to be treated like an adult, an exhausted adult who quite honestly can't wait to leave your store. I can't take one more visit of faking excitement, I am done. It's been ten years BAB, I can't fake it anymore. Please help!"